She and me strolling hand in hand,
on the sandy beach of an ocean,
leaving a long trail of footprint,
tying our hearts with a tender kiss,
collecting the beautiful sea-shells,
listening to the cries of floating sea-gulls,
gazing at the sun-set in the horizon,
singing the classic old love songs,
welcoming the cool moon,
which is going to appear very soon.
Then the footprints are erased,
by the rolling waves,
but the fondest moment is engraved,
in my heart,
for a long last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem